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Expostulation with Sinners. 1 STOP, poor sinner! stop and think Before
farther go !
Of everlasting woe?
Into the burning lake!
That you His will oppose?
With which He breaks His foes?
To drag you to his bar;
Will fill you with despair :
sins will round you crowd,
And what can you reply? 4 Though your heart be made of steel,
Your forehead lin’d with brass,
He will not let you pass ;
And Hide us from His face,
5 But as yet there is a hope You
He still forbears the blow :
“There still is room."
Expostulation with Sinners. 1 Why will ye lavish out your years
Amidst a thousand trifling cares;
The one thing needful is forgot?
And famish an immortal mind ;
To see you spurn a heav'nly crown? 3 Th' eternal God calls from above,
And Jesus pleads His bleeding love;
And shall they join their pleas in vain? 4 Not so your dying eyes shall view
Those objects, which ye now pursue; Not so shall heav'n and hell
To fix convictions on the heart:
" Why will ye Die ?"
1 SINNERS, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
with Himself to live ;
2 He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of His own hands,
ye cross His love, and die ?
3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your SAVIOUR, asks you why?
let Him die in vain?
5 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
GOD, the SPIRIT, asks you why?
6 Will ye not His grace receive? Will
still refuse to live ? Why, ye long-sought sinners, why Will you grieve your God, and die ?
“Why will ye Die?” 1 WHAT could your REDEEMER do
More than He hath done for you,
resolve to die?"
By His life your God hath sworn:
death were His delight, Would He you to life invite? Would' He ask, obtest, and cry,
“Why will ye resolve to die ?"
Dare not think Him insincere :
No, ye will not come to Me!
Me, who life to none deny;
If to all His bowels move?
not His Word receive ?
Grace and Glory in the Person of Christ.
Now to the LORD a noble song!
? See where it shines in JESU's face,
The brightest image of His grace:
3 The spacious earth and spreading flood
Proclaim the wise and powerful GOD; And Thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star..
4. But in His looks a glory stands,
The noblest labour of Thine hands :